Whether I failed the Mohist exam or whether I had two strong arms was all in the words of Teacher Qin Qin that day.

The report card that decided Mo Lin’s fate showed that it was very clear that he scored well in martial arts, whether it was strength or speed test, he was even worse than a girl.
"Molin, your physical weakness, strength and physique are inferior to ordinary people, and you have joint pain and strange diseases. It’s a pity that you can’t be an Mohist."
This is teacher Qin Qin’s explanation to Mo Lin, which not only completely condemned his dream to be shattered, but also made Mo Lin realize that he was much weaker than others from the day he was born.
According to Qin Qin’s teacher, Mo Lin said that he was an orphan who was picked up when Mo was executing outside-like Mo Lin, there are many Mo surnames in the orphan village.
When it was picked up, Molin weighed less than three pounds, and she was skinny and died at any time when she breathed intermittently. It may be fortunate that a doctor, Mo Zhecun, discovered that Molin was born with a broken heart vein, and he used his magical powers to save Molin from the ghost gate.
Although he survived by luck, Molin’s development and physique are far weaker than those of normal children. Otherwise, he also fell into a sore spot that made his limbs unable to work.
No one told Mo Lin about these things for fear of hurting his self-esteem, and he didn’t learn a thing or two from Qin Qin until he went to inquire about his grades and asked hard.
"Didn’t Mr. Mo Zhiwei say that I was born with talent? Maybe I have other potential that I haven’t discovered?" Mo Lin didn’t feel sad about fate. It’s not that he can control it. He always feels that people can control how they live, although they can’t control their own birth.
It’s better to find something suitable for you to do than to feel sorry for yourself. If Mo Lin hadn’t kept such an optimistic attitude since she was a child, she would be afraid of complaining about others.
In the evening, Molin finished his busy day and walked out of the shop. He looked at the setting sun in the west, and the sky was half red, stretching his arms and exercising a little tired.
Today is a regular dinner day at Luo’s house. He went to the grocery store next door and bought a bottle of rice wine as a gift.
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Luo’s residence is a simple and clean yard, which is a paradise for Mo Lin, an orphan who grew up in a small Mohist dormitory.
"It smells good!" As soon as he entered the hospital, Molin cried. He hid the rice bottle and didn’t let Aunt Luo see it.
"Molin is coming. Come on in." Aunt Luo is cooking in the open-air kitchen in the courtyard. Pumpkin cups are steaming and have already given off bursts of fragrance.
"Okay," Mo Lin walked into the room and Uncle Luo was putting dishes. When he saw Mo Lin carrying out the rice bottle hidden behind him, he immediately squeezed his eyes and smiled tacitly.
Aunt Luo forbade Uncle Luo to drink, but Molin would secretly bring a bottle of rice wine every time he came to dinner. This has become a ritual for the old and the young to fix their stomachs before meals.
While Aunt Luo was still cooking, Molin and Uncle Luo each drank a cup of rice wine and belly wine. As soon as Molin entered his throat, he felt a warm current pouring into his stomach. It seemed that there was a hotline to spread the heat from his stomach to his body and limbs, which made people feel more comfortable.
"Wine is really a good thing." Molin was very satisfied.
"You’re lucky to be an ink-maker village, or you’re afraid you’re not going to become an alcoholic." Uncle Luo laughed.
"You are not the same," Mo Lin retorted rudely. Because of the common hobby of rice wine, it is more like forgetting to make friends. After all, there are not many people who really like drinking in Mo Zhe Village.
Two people are just like this: one for you and one for me. Soon, I will drink up a bottle of rice wine. Uncle Luo’s face remains the same, but Mo Lin’s face is already red. It seems that Jiang is a great drinker and always has a high capacity for liquor.
Just after drinking all the wine, there came the sound of Los Sandy outside.
"Mom" an enter a door los Sandy hugged aunt los smiling cried.
"Oh, I’m serving food. Don’t dirty your clothes." I haven’t seen my daughter for more than a month. My mother, Aunt Luo, is happy.
"I help you" After a year of Mohist training, Luo Sandy is quite a bit of a boy. She helped her mother bring two dishes into the house with sleeves.
"Molin, you come to eat and drink again!" Sandy laughed when he saw Molin, and then whispered, "Did you steal a drink with my father again because your face is so red?"
Molin made a gesture of silence "Shh, don’t let your mother hear"
"Hum … every time it’s like this, your face turns red when you drink." Luo Sandy put the food on the table and looked at Mo Lin’s red face and laughed.
"Sandy, I brought you a gift." Mo Lin was busy changing the subject.